something wicked this way comes

Greg and I had a discussion and we decided that when Henry turns 3 we have to start getting serious about the holidays and traditions. Because really, we want this kid filled to the brim with memories. I read a book (of course I did) that said that people complain about how busy the holidays are but you'll regret thinking that when your child is a teenager and they no longer want to do any of these things with you anymore. So . . . dangit. We are going to take advantage of the fact that Henry currently believes that we are the two coolest cats around. Greg is cooler than I am right now - but I don't blame Henry for thinking that. After all, all I want to do is lay around on the couch.

We've been making pumpkin cookies. So you know, that's a hit.

But really - we are pretty pleased with our spiders this year.

Or in spookier (night times):

Of course, we have the Haunted Lego House with bats that is also pretty spooky:

And then we have Spooky himself (he's our version of Elf on a Shelf except we don't say that he is watching whether Henry is naughty or nice and he doesn't move all the time, so I guess he is nothing like Elf on a Shelf - but whatever):

(and I can't find a better picture of Henry with Spooky so I am memorializing this instagram shot).

We also have a spider web that prevents us from reading any of the books on the bookshelf. Which hasn't been a problem. Which means we should probably get rid of all these books:

We don't have our costumes ready (nor do we know what we are going to be - it all depends on this little lady) but if this house doesn't say, "ready for a baby" I don't know what does.